Netted Book 3: The Crash: Netted: A Dark Web Horror Series

By K. T. Rose

When time runs out, bodies will fall.

Jessica, Zach, and Tommy attempt to reach out to Detective Morgan, their savior from Father Paul's serial killing cult.

Officer Boris and Detective Morgan hustle to find Dale before Father Paul pulls him back onto his sinister dark web show, The Silent Red Room.

Father Paul is on a warpath kidnapping, slaughtering, and sending gruesome messages to Detective Morgan with the hopes of ending their decades-old cat and mouse chase once and for all.

The fast-paced, thrilling conclusion of the Dark Web Horror Trilogy will leave you on the edge of your seat up until the mind-blowing conclusion.

 

Get the third suspense novel of the dark fiction technothriller series today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kyrobooks LLC
• Release date: Sep 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215225868

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Netted Book 3

The Crash

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K.T. Rose

Copyright

Netted- The Crash

Copyright © 2019 by K.T. Rose

All rights reserved.

The story's characters and incidents mentioned in this publication are entirely fictional.

The transmission, duplication, or reproduction of the following work including specific information will be considered an illegal act irrespective of if it is done electronically or in print. This extends to creating a secondary or tertiary copy of the work or a recorded copy and is only allowed with express written consent from the publisher. All additional rights reserved.

Written by: K.T. Rose

Edited by: Paul Ryan and Hayley Mierzwa

Cover by: Oliviaprodesign

Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

About Netted-The Crash

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

More from K.T. Rose

About Netted-The Crash

When time runs out, bodies will fall.

Jessica, Zach, and Tommy attempt to reach out to Detective Morgan, their savior from Father Paul’s serial killing cult.

Officer Boris and Detective Morgan hustle to find Dale before Father Paul pulls him back onto his sinister dark web show, The Silent Red Room.

Father Paul is on a warpath kidnapping, slaughtering, and sending gruesome messages to Detective Morgan with the hopes of ending their decades-old cat and mouse chase once and for all.

The fast-paced, thrilling conclusion of the Netted Trilogy will leave you on the edge of your seat up until the mind-blowing conclusion.

About the Author

K.T. Rose is a horror, thriller, and dark fiction writer from Detroit, Michigan. She posts suspense and horror flash fiction on her blog at kyrobooks.com and is the author of a suspenseful short story series titled Trinity of Horror, an erotic thriller novel titled When We Swing, and A Dark Web Horror Series. She also writes supernatural and paranormal horror novels and short stories.

Dedication

To Markeith.

Chapter One

From the beginning. Paul grunted in response to Billy’s ear-piercing shrieks as he laid on the barn’s cement floor, rocking and hacking up blood. Jessica hadn’t shaken the jitters since the boy ended up that way. Even as they’d driven from the highway, through the woods and over the field, Billy’s insufferable whining and crying did nothing to prepare her and St. Pete for Paul, who’d been sitting near his podium with a face as crimson as the barn walls. After they pulled inside and unloaded an unconscious Diane, they laid a wailing Billy on the floor. Paul furrowed his brow as his dark eyes burned with disappointment.

I don’t—

St. Pete, the only thing that needs to slide off your tongue is an explanation. Why is Billy shredded across his chest and why are you and Olive covered in his blood! He stepped so close to St. Pete’s earlobe that his lips almost touched it. What...happened...at...Diane’s? he growled.

Billy shuddered and yelled, I need a—doctor!

Shut up! Paul yelled at the bloodied boy. Jessica flinched. She couldn’t stand Billy—hated the bastard—but no one deserved to live through such pain.

...well, maybe a little. It was his fault after all.

Doctor Viper left the night behind her as she rushed under the garage door. A worried look crossed her young face as she pulled the door closed. God, what happened?

Pete’s about to tell us, Paul said.

St. Pete sighed and threw his head back, eyes on the ceiling. Then he pulled his yellow cap from his stringy blond hair and threw it at Billy, who howled as it skirted across his wounded chest. He coughed hard and hacked up more bloody mucus onto the floor and his dark sweater. Some had even gotten in his deep red hair.

St. Pete had to recount the fucked-up story.

Thank God Jessica didn’t.

***

They pulled into an alley that stretched behind of a host of brownstones. Jessica had never seen an apartment like this one: all brick with private entrances. Diane must be rich if she snagged a place in downtown Lansing. The building sat quiet and unmoving as people were sleeping before the workday that loomed a few hours away.

They could’ve been alone in the dead night. On the one side of the alley, opposite St. Pete’s driver’s seat, a high wooden fence stood tall, shutting them off from the neighbors. On Jessica’s side, the passenger side, tall iron fences separated each unit’s small, but cozy, backyard.

St. Pete pulled on his ski mask. Jessica did the same, her mind miles away, focusing on her personal mission. Zach’s letter hid in her bra, composed of a map, a list of names, and a letter pleading for help.

She searched the length of the building. Three floors tall, all lights off. The snowed over backyard and patio stood darkened in the night. Her eyes found the white sliding backdoor. If it’s unlocked, this’ll go smoothly, she thought. Perhaps no one was home. That’d be a plus. No one to abduct. No one to get hurt.

Right. It’s only 1 am.

No way this’ll be easy with Hazel’s replacement, or replacements, riding the reigns. St. Pete made sure to remind them of that the entire ride down to the capital.

Listen, St. Pete whispered as he leaned over the center console. Billy leaned forward. Although his pale face was hidden underneath the cotton ski mask, Jessica felt his smirking gaze land on her. She imagined the words going through his cynical mind: I won. You lost. And in a matter of time, I’ll kill you.

Olive, you have the injection?

Jessica nodded and patted at her waistband. She’d never administered a dose of anything to anyone. Nor had she cared to practice. It wasn’t like they had time, anyway. Her fingers shook. Paul wanted Diane. But with poor preparation for such a task, it was destined to fail.

Billy, prepare to be on lookout. You see that door? St. Pete pointed at the sliding door. That’s our entrance. When we get in there, you keep your ass near it. You understand?

Billy nodded.

I have a bad feeling about this, St. Pete mumbled.

Come on. It’s not so bad, St. Pete, Billy said.

"Yes, it is, Billy, he snarled. I’m out here with two fucking amateurs at an abduction site we haven’t shadowed! Let’s get this shit over with. Pay attention and look alive. Do that, and it won’t go tits up."

St. Pete opened the door. Come on. He ducked low and pushed the door closed behind him.

Jessica took care not to make a sound as she hopped out of the SUV and closed the door as softly as St. Pete had. Billy slammed the back-seat door, causing Jessica to toss him a sideways glower. Being caught breaking and entering was another way to get this letter where it needed to go, so long as it wasn’t her fault. But it was. How would she explain to the police why she was dressed like an assassin out in the night while breaking into someone’s home looking to kidnap them? And even if they released her, Paul would know about the letter. She’d be fucked. No. There wasn’t a way around this plan, and she’d be damned if Billy messed it up.

She threw a finger over her lips and he shrugged. Rolling her eyes—fucking idiot—she pressed forward. The alley chilled under a thick layer of snow and every step erupted with a crunching sound that made her flinch. She took bigger steps, trying to catch up with St. Pete, who was already crouched at the iron gate, waving them over with an aggressive hand. As they rushed to his side, the toe of Billy’s boot caught the back of Jessica’s, forcing her to trip over her own feet. She stumbled forward but caught herself before she fell forward.

Sorry, Billy whispered.

She huffed and shoved her foot back into her boot. What a mess, she thought as she continued toward St. Pete. She hoped Billy pissed St. Pete off enough tonight. That way she wouldn’t have to add another body to her ever-growing list.

As St. Pete shoved a pin into the gate’s keyhole, he asked, Billy, do you want me to break your neck and leave you here?

I’m sorry. I—

"Shut the fuck up. Still think it’s not so bad?"

Jessica smiled as the lock clicked. The metal hinges let out a soft shriek as St. Pete pushed it open. He paused, searching the glistening yard. The sound of the night hadn’t changed, and their presence had not alerted the people inside the buildings as no lights flashed through the windows and no faces peered between the curtains.

Come on, he whispered.

They crept forward on their toes across the backyard, crushing snow beneath their boots as they moved with caution. They rushed up the patio steps and put their backs on either side of the sliding door. Jessica searched the parameter. No one in sight. No one to stop them.

St. Pete crouched and went to work on the sliding door lock. It was like the door on The Center, where she, Father Paul, and St. Pete lived.

Jessica frowned as she thought of Hazel, better known as Agent Monica Jenkins. It’d only been a week since Hazel went out with Jessica and St. Pete on her first abduction, after which they forced her to take Uni into the Red Room. The image of Uni’s creamy skin leaching off her bones as she soaked in a barrel of acid was etched behind Jessica’s eyes. Even now, Uni’s family, and the rest of the world, had no clue where she was. But Jessica knew, and she’d give anything to make up for it. Zach’s letter listed Uni’s name, and if Morgan found it, it would unravel the mystery of her swift disappearance. Her family may not get an open casket funeral, but they’d know what happened to her. That was better than nothing.

The lock let out a soft click and St. Pete slid the door open, allowing them inside the small kitchen. Based on the outside of the house and the location, Jessica imagined a massive kitchen made of marble. This was a rich neighborhood, for sure. But the kitchen was half the size of her bedroom. Almond-colored wood outlined the cabinets. The blue hue from the moonlight reflected off the silver refrigerator and stove, which stood against the far wall. Next to the patio door, a sink sat in a black granite countertop. They stepped across the crisp, white tile floor, passing a wooden door to the left. Pantry or basement? She wasn’t sure. She listened to the subtle gusts of wind pushing against the sliding door.

St. Pete must’ve heard it too because he looked over his shoulder before nodding. Jessica followed his eyes. Billy nodded in response and took his place at the sliding door, staring out into the yard. Jessica looked around at the dark kitchen then followed St. Pete into the dining room. Diane must’ve been sleeping. Unsuspecting and unaware. This would be easy. Too easy.

The dining room was untouched, as white as a white marbled room at a museum. Jessica would hate herself for putting her boots on the white carpet. Whitney, her stepmother, would lock her in the closet for stepping on her clean floors in the winter. She’d even have Jessica’s half-sisters, Becca and Beth, come and taunt her with food they’d spit in and leave for her to eat. She never did. A shiver surged through her limbs as she stepped forward. All these years and her father’s family still left a chill in her bones.

In the center of the dining room sat a family style dinette table with eight leather chairs propped against it. The center piece, a crimson vase, sat just beneath a crystal chandelier. Gems that looked like diamonds glistened in the blue night that crept through the sheer curtains. St. Pete returned from what could’ve been the living room. Jessica wasn’t sure; all she could see of the dark room past the threshold was the arm of a couch and part of a brick fireplace.

St. Pete got so close she could smell his hair gel. It made her stomach turn. Even though Hazel was gone, Jessica would never forget the bullying and threats they threw at her. They were, besides Paul and Billy, reasons three and four for her change of heart toward the Silent Red Room Clan. Regardless of Hazel turning out to be the so-called savior of the clan members, she forever lived in the black hole deep in Jessica’s heart, along with St. Pete. Jessica shook the unpleasantness that came with the memory of Hazel. Though bitter, Jessica wished she could’ve saved her. At least getting to Morgan would’ve been easier.

There’s a door off the living room. Might be an office or something. But turn around, St. Pete said.

With a stiff neck, she did.

"Check upstairs then meet me here in this spot. Four minutes. You got that? Be quiet."

Jessica nodded and went for the carpeted staircase. She looked up at the top of the steps, half expecting someone to come into view aiming a shotgun in her face while screaming, Intruder!

She gulped and put both gloved hands to her sides as she stepped, slow and steady.

Four minutes my ass, she thought. With every step, the top seemed to drift further away.

She continued with caution, thinking about the letter that burned